Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
The intensity of Talia’s org*sm caught Dayson off-guard and when her insides coiled around his shaft in rhythmical pulses, Dayson’s ass buckled and he groaned while releasing his hot load inside her.
Dayson continued th**sting in jerky movements and he couldn’t believe the bliss caused by Talia’s tight p**sy milking his c**k to the last drop he had to offer.
One org*sm amplified another and both Talia and Dayson m**ned and gasped while clinging onto each other.
Dayson bedded numerous women, and he had even more org*sms, but none was able to shake his soul euphorically… until now.
He knew that it was over, as both of them climaxed, but his c**k was still hard and ready, and he couldn’t stop those small movements of his h*ps.
“f**k!”, Dayson cursed under his breath.
She-wolves don’t get pregnant unless they are in heat, so the unexpected pregnancy was not a concern, however, he never came inside a woman before.
He didn’t mind, but he hoped that Talia was not upset about this.
Seeing her unfocused gaze and goofy smile, Dayson guessed that she was fine with what happened, and based on her emotions, she was definitely more than fine.
Dayson leaned over Talia, his ch*st p**ssed against hers lightly while he supported his weight on his elbows, and he k**sed her on the l*ps. It was a long and slow k**s, and he swallowed every sigh that escaped her.
“How are you feeling, kitten?”, Dayson murmured into her l*ps.
“OK”, she said in a small voice. Her crotch area was blissfully numb and her whole body was humming.
She glanced down when she realized… “Uhm… you are still… inside…”
Dayson grinned. “If it’s up to me. I will stay inside you forever. I like it there.”
Talia was speechless. He must be joking, right?
Dayson was wondering if he should pull out, but she said that she was OK, so maybe they could go for another round. Definitely.
For two endless weeks, Dayson waited to taste Talia. For an Alpha who gets whatever he wants immediately, those two weeks were two eternities! And now she was below him, gorgeous, w*t, tight, his… and he couldn’t wait to make her scream his name again.
Dayson k**sed Talia’s neck, s**king slightly. “You know, kitten, you are made for me.”
His l*ps latched on her neck again, and he jabbed himself inside her in one swift movement.
Talia gasped when she felt the friction. Her insides were sensitive from what they did, and his every move was electrifying.
She feared that any more of it and she will lose her mind. Literally. But it was addictive, and she couldn’t stop the movements of her h*ps to meet Dayson’s.
“Say you are mine…”, Dayson demanded with a growl.
“I am yours.”, she said.
“Who are you?”
“Talia…”, she responded, and when she saw him narrowing his eyes at her, she added, “Talia Blake.”
Dayson hummed in approval. “Good girl.”
For Talia, what happened after that, was a mix of blurry images.
Dayson’s magnificent body arching above her… his muscles rippling as he th**sted inside her repeatedly… the friction… k**ses… caresses… the intense org*sm as she clung to Dayson for her dear life and all the sweet words he whispered into her ear.
Her core throbbed with a hint of pain, and she hoped that it will never stop because it was proof that this night happened.
Talia faintly remembered Dayson wiping her limp body with a towel, and cradling her into his arms, small and gentle k**ses all over her face, and then she allowed the darkness to consume her as she sunk into much-needed sleep that came with her favorite scent of the forest and the dark chocolate.
As dawn lit up the cloudless sky, orange hues spread from the East to swallow the stars and announce another bright summer day in Colorado, yet Dayson couldn’t care about anything beyond that bed and the girl who was sleeping soundly next to him.
Other than a few short naps, Dayson couldn’t sleep due to the excitement of merging with Talia. His heart was fluttering more than after his first time.
No other woman made him feel this way, and he knew that none ever will. It was only Talia. His mate.
Dayson marveled the newly found intimacy, the pleasure of Talia’s bare body resting against his, and delightful sparks that danced over his skin wherever they touched.
From the waist down, they were covered with a blanket that concealed their intertwined legs. Dayson was on his back, cradling in his arms Talia who was facing him, her head was on his shoulder, and her palm rested on his ch*st.
The scene was simple, innocent, yet it was complex and there was nothing innocent about it. It was absolutely contradictory, but it was real, just how th**sting inside Talia made him feel sated and craving for more at the same time.
Everything about her was perfect, made for him.
The only thing lacking was her wolf, but Dayson had a feeling her wolf will show up soon and Talia will confirm without a doubt that they are mates, and Dayson will mark her, and the two of them will face whatever is coming together. Until that happens, he will protect her from anything and anyone who dares to jeopardize this piece of Heaven they created for themselves.
Dayson tried to think about what makes Talia so different compared to other women who passed through his arms, yet he couldn’t remember any of them. He knew that there were many, but they all faded into an indistinct blur, leaving only Talia to shine brightly in his mind and heart.
Dayson was completely and absolutely smitten with the girl who was snoring softly, her warm breath fanned his ch*st, arousing him beyond belief. Everything she did was arousing.
He never released his load into a woman before, and he didn’t really think of doing it with Talia either, but the org*sm blindsided him, and the second (and the third) time he was craving for that euphoric sensation of throbbing inside Talia and filling her up with his seed.
Why he didn’t do this before? Dayson was aware that a she-wolf can’t get pregnant unless she is in heat, but he feared that the women he bedded might scheme to trap him. Yes, there is a paternity test, but what if the woman in question somehow collects his sample and uses it later when the heat strikes? Anything is possible. That’s why he would always either release outside and wipe it clean or come inside a condom that he discarded personally.
However, with Talia, it was different. He wouldn’t mind if she traps him. Actually, he was eagerly waiting for the moment when she will openly claim him as hers, forever.
Dayson told Talia that he is hers, but she didn’t really acknowledge that.
He thought how it’s ironic, the only girl he belongs to, refuses to claim him, and any other woman would do that without missing a beat. Maybe that’s what makes her stand out among all others.
Talia doesn’t have a background or power of her own, yet she doesn’t want to use his no matter what hardsh*ps she is facing. Dayson sees that as a true strength of character. He admires Talia’s determination and the fact that the bad experiences she went through didn’t diminish her brilliance.
Dayson glanced through the window, and he acknowledged that this was another first for him. Dayson never waited for the morning with a woman he bedded, and he didn’t want to wait for another morning without Talia in his arms.
He k**sed the top of her head while tightening his hold on her slightly, careful not to wake her up.
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Talia stirred out of her sleep with a muffled groan.
“Good morning, kitten”, Dayson greeted her with a smile.
“Good morning”, she responded lazily.
Talia glanced around the room and frowned in confusion at the sight of wood-covered walls and ceiling.
It took her a moment to remember that they are in Colorado, Lightclaw pack… ceremony to announce Kalina as the next Luna.
Talia’s cheeks heated at the mental images from the previous night. She was in the tub with Dayson and then they moved to the bed and then… oh, my! Was she dreaming about it?
She moved a little and hissed at the ache bet**en her legs. Yup. It was real. It happened. And they were both completely naked!
Dayson examined Talia’s face carefully when he saw her frowning in discomfort.
“What’s wrong?”, he asked, and she exploded in a fierce blush.
There was no way she will admit that she is sore from last night’s lovemaking.